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I have Aygonn Spengler, a humble elven spiritualist (Ectoplasmatist) 7, who might work nicely here. He's a ghost-fusser, the sort who makes ghosts fussy, in a very rational and reasonable fashion. He may have a habit of asking whether he can have a sample of your brain tissue, but he means well...

I'd like to second Chak Chak's sentiments: thank you for picking this up and running a great game!

I can contribute 2200 gp.

How much does Vim and Chak need to come back to life? Spengler would be willing to offer some of his filthy lucre to help, but he's going to want to spend a long time asking them uncomfortable questions about their afterlife.

PFS # 1904-17
Faction: Grand Lodge
Level 3
Dayjob: none
Normal Track

Need anything else?

"They're both sealed away. But you're right, we should leave. This place holds only poor memories now."

Seriously.

I'm glad I got to play this before I run it. I'd heard it was hard, now I think I can see the spots where you could either run it or ruin it if you're not careful!

I can see that! I thought I had the +30 because I had been influenced by the snake.

Criminitley, Trigger! I can definitely understand how that scenario can be so lethal. Until you get the hint that you need to place the discs, you can get murderized really darn fast.

Spengler sighs deeply and closes each of their eyes. He murmurs a few words in Elvish.

He shoulders one of the bodies and motions for Rogar to shoulder the other.

"Let us leave this place and head home."

Spengler rushes over to the fallen Pathfinders, pulling out his wand of Cure Light Wounds. Can they be saved?!?

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"A little madness now and then is treasured by the wisest men." Spengler sing-songs. He moves and supports Rogar while he places the discs.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Spengler nods at Rogar, then takes the White Circle disc. "This one is the Moon, I think." He places it in the first spot.

The purple one he holds up to the last spot for the Stars. "I think this is the stars, which means that last one is the Sun. I think."

He puts them in the places he indicated or helps Rogar do the same!

Can Spengler see why the disc isn't moving?

Edit: Trying a theory, Spengler thrusts one of the discs he can hold to Arletta saying "Take this and run back to the slots on the wall!" He then tries to pick up the other disc!

It's going to take me 5 rounds to grab all the coins and race back to the wall. It's what I'm doing.

Running, running, running!

Spengler moves as far as he can, running if he can to get to the other two discs outside the crack.

Intent is to get there, grab the discs, run back and place them!

Spengler looks at his friends, falling before the serpentine menace. He glances at the thing and ponders briefly how he would explain himself to the Decemvirate if he fled.

"Rogar, let's show this prehistoric b!tch how we do things in Absalom."

Which door has the slots for the coins on it? Can you indicate on the map?

Spengler grabs the disc from Chak Chak's pack. He then spends any action he hast remaining to move toward Arletta!

I can stabilize you, but until you stop getting squished, I can't save you. Any ideas on how to get the big bad focused on someone else?

Only about 25 pounds too heavy to use telekinetic projectile on it...

Out of curiosity, how much does that stone disc weigh?

Can we see any place where several stone discs might be placed or used?

Spengler cries out as Chak Chak falls. He lashes out at the beast again!
Whack the Moll!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 for 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 3 = 13 damage!

Yay for particular mechanics!

Spengler slips free, having momentarily dreamed he was trapped. He sees Rogar searching for the discs, so he tries to whack the elder evil!

Elder Evil Whacking: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 for 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 6) + 4 = 16 damage!

WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME, OH DICE GODS?!?

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 2 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 16 = 19

Spengler struggles!

I neglected to say it, but I wanted to have my ectoplasmic sword up. Is that okay?

Remind Spengler to pants Rogar when this fight is done.

Wait, you had a wand of protection from evil the whole time I was under an enchantment?!?

Spengler takes the wand and hits himself and anyone else who desires it.

"I would imagine putting them through the door is a bad thing, as the evil within wanted them. Can we retrieve them?"

Let's check the rooms again in reverse order. Starting with the one immediately south of us.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 Spengler examines the grumbling relic.

Spengler holds the weapon, staring at it. "This flail is laboring under the impression that it has a personality. As someone who has never had such a thing, I do not accept that it has one either. Flail! Cease your pointless telepathic grumbles or I will give you back to the fighter who is actually trained to use such weapons (instead of myself, who is hampered by a lack of proficiency in such weapons as well as a sudden weakness of spirit when I hold you.) In fact, Rogar, cease YOUR grumbling and take this accursed flail and use it! You are by far the most suitable wielder to what is probably a very useful part of this adventure."

Spengler hands the grumbling flail back to Rogar and resummons his own ectoplasmic weapon.

I will take it.

Spengler sighs. "I will wield this flail if no one else will. Though it is not my usual weapon."

"Why are you an ill fit? Do you require larger hands? I wondered if your shrunken hand size was an issue when we first met, but I kept the fact to myself."

They have a Convention dedicated to Toilet Paper?

...just as Spengler's ectoplasmic sword appears. "I'll keep this out. Seems we'll need it."

Perception to check the room: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Full round action to manifest my ectoplasmic weapon!

If you people had only let me give the McGuffin to the Greater Evil, none of this would have happened! :)

Spengler draws a bead on the larger one and fires again!
Arrow! PBS and Melee: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 16 for 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8 damage!

Spengler unslings his shortbow and snaps a shot at the larger serpent! Shortbow, PBS: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14 for 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6 damage!

Spengler helps as well.

Spengler stares at Rogar. "I solemnly swear that I am up to the standard level of good." He deadpans.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Spengler blinks and looks around. "Well, that was embarrassing. I apologize for my behavior and thank you for the consideration in not gutting me like a fish. Yes, I feel less compelled now."

"THE ONLY THING YOU NEED TO DO IS GIVE ME THE STUPID DISC AND LET ME FEED IT TO THE HORROR THAT WILL DEVOUR ALL OUR SOULS."

"I HAVE TO PUT THE DISC THROUGH THE DOOR! Will you please tell these idiots that I'm fine and to untie me and give me the damn disc?" Spengler pleads with the woman.

"You hear that? You hear them oppressing me? That's what I'm on about!" Spengler calls out as he is manhandled by the miscreants!

"Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP HELP I'm being repressed!" Spengler cries as he is being dragged away.

"Nice try, blindy. But I'm not the one with problems, YOU ARE. Just let me put the coin in the door, right? It's all I want to do and the nice elder evil on the other side will thank you. Come one, comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon."

"I AM NOT THE ONE ACTING IN AN ILLOGICAL FASHION!" Spengler protests as he gets trussed up like common livestock.